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The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 4
Let’s see how they do now without him, now that he is dead. But no matter if he is dead or not, I’m not taking chances this time and we moved our camp again and I will find a safe place for these people. On the way I asked them what happened the day I got shot, but no one wanted to answer, except Sammael that told me I got grazed by a bullet on my head and they thought I was dead.
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Side
The Green Side Scene 01: Int. Apartment of Jade, James, and Kevin (A soft hint of yellow pours through a window of a tiny apartment. It is a sparse place. Only a ragged couch sits in front of a small television. Upon that couch is James, a man whose age could be late twenties, or early thirties. He is playing a video game; a controller is in his hands as he hits buttons and stares at the TV. There is no passion on his face. Across from him is the only other piece of furniture that we can see, a recliner. Jade—a girl we can at least say looks younger than James—sits upon it with a book in her hands. She is reading with as much passion as James has for his game.)
By Jonathan L. Rutan4 years ago in Fiction
Invasion of Peace
EXT. AL ULA CITY, MADRAIN SALEM- DAY Army Public Affairs Unit is talking to an elderly citizen of the nearby Al Ula City, walking with materials in hand to recount the interview. A group of Infantry standby in the background with two soldiers near the two PA Sgts. Shanique speaks to the elderly citizen in Arabic.
By shaneikiyaz4 years ago in Fiction
Aristarchus of Samos
Characters: Aristarchus of Samos – Scientific genius, who has just discovered that the Earth revolves around the sun, and so is not the centre of the universe. All she needs to do now is convince everyone else, and with the science behind her it should be easy. Right? Right???
By Laura Heuston4 years ago in Fiction
Where are they now?
Long ago in a cryptic wasteland, now known as earth…come to think of it, maybe it was always known as earth. I will have to get back to you on that. The inhabitants of this cold, dark grooling planet were that of the bitey type. No I’m not talking about your cat after he has had enough of you scratching his butt. I’m speaking of ancient beings long past. Their memory lives on mostly through Dracula, a little bit on Halloween and quite a bit from kids that wear all black and sharpen their teeth to fine points to scare old people. Vampires people! “Why don’t we see them anymore?” I hear you asking. WELL IF YOU WOULD STOP CRAMING HANDFULLS OF CRUNCHY SNACKS INTO YOUR FACE. Alright that’s better. Can’t even believe you weren’t going to share! Rude. Let us begin with the origin story.
By Jacob Cailloux4 years ago in Fiction
My Idea for a Sequel to the Tom Hanks Cast Away Movie!
Stalked, Kidnapped, and Cast Away! Written by Justiss Goode I’m not exactly sure when I first got the idea to do what I’m convicted of doing. I’d hate to think it was that rainy night I took a cab to Helen’s house. On that night, I left her standing in her driveway as I pulled off down the street. Could that have been when the plan first entered my mind? If that were true, what kind of man would that make me? Plotting to stalk, and kidnap the love of my poor pitiful life. Taking her away from her family and home, and everything she’s known for the past four years. No! The idea had to have come much later; long after that night. Sure, it was painful, but I distinctly remember being okay on that night. She let me drive away in the old 1997 Jeep Cherokee the two of us used to share. Us. It’s funny when I say it like that. It seems like a lifetime since there actually use to be an us. I’m not even sure any more about what’s real and what’s not. Maybe that night never happened. Maybe I’m still on the island having one of those god awful dreams, only this one is lasting a whole lot longer than usual. Yeah! That must be it. I’m dreaming and that rainy night never happened. That would mean that everything that followed after that night wasn’t real. I never did all those horrible things. Not to Helen, and not to anyone.
By Justiss Goode4 years ago in Fiction
Asunder
INT. BEDROOM - DAY The top of the bio-dome can be seen from the window with its imprinted hexagonal shapes. A military-grade hovercraft is passing by. The first rays of the artificial sun stream in through the window, casting slim, rectangular shapes of light on the bed.
By C. N. McKinnie4 years ago in Fiction
Sometimes I Orate, Dissertate And Exacerbate
Blood Clots ( my satire of J. Rome's radio show term describing listeners as Clones ) Frankie ( Martinelli? ) temporarily or permanently deleted/trashed roughly seven/eight hundred words of ours along with the other garbage. Talk about a relief society function as we used to say at church.
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Fiction
The Audio Diary
This is a one-act play I wrote in high school. It's not very good and I will never ever use it. I strongly recommend that no one else ever perform it or use it in any other way. Instead, read it and feel better about your own writing ability. Odds are good that you, whoever you are, are a much better writer now than I was at 17.
By Frank Macaluso4 years ago in Fiction
